My first conversation wid a girl......

Hi …..

I m here again bringing some interesting material for u ….
today I m gonna write about a boy who did his schooling from a Saraswati Vidhya Mandir,
u must be thinking why I m treating visdhya mandir as a special school,
hey I don’t mean vidhya mandir r for special Childs J but when a student completes his study from vidhya mandir he surely becomes special (hahaha) due to some of special vidhya mandir rules, regulations.

In Vidhya Mandir everything was perfect if I m talking about study, discipline, moralities, cultural knowledge, n social activities. But when question comes about interaction wid girls it becomes a blunder even thinking about that.My vidhya mandir was a Co-ed , it was only so called co-education but there nothing like this, there boys never used to talk to girls even on study topics nd same was wid girls.
It’s not so there were some rules defined like that but these rules were created by environment itself , if u talk to girl u had to call them “Behan” and Girl had to call the boys as “Bhaiya”, It was not a choice but our compulsion. nd being a farsighted guy at that time most of among us were not ready to take responsibilities of all those so-called Behans..…….
(Here I m not commenting on principles of vidhya mandir becoz I m also a Big fan of vidhya mandir environment but I m simply telling u truth n its effects.)
So the Boy like me who passed his growing age from 6^th to 12^th in vidhya mandir was one of victim of this, Frankly saying in my 7 years of schooling I never talk to a girl even for 7 minutes. nd it was not only me even all of my friend were in same situation.But its also true dat at that time even we nvr had wished bout that we had become a part of it nd were very happy in own life.
So after completing my schooling from such a environment I went to college.
It was my first year. Environment in college was just opposite to vidhya mandir.
No tight study shedule, no tight discipline, No morality, and no Ban wid talking to girls(nd more also….. )
I can remember my first day in college, we were in our electronics lab when a senior batch girl called me as “hey black shirt“,I went to her she was going to take my ragging nd I was totally new to this. She was luking towards my eyes so I started looking towards ground feeling some shy n she thought as this was a respect to her (hahahahha),
she was asking sm questions nd my words were not coming out even I knew d answers, she thought dat I m scared from ragging ,so told me to feel easy nd did not ask any question more and then she did handshake wid me, she told her name and said me to go. It was like a totally diff experience to me.
Just after that teacher came in class and lecture begins I remember during the whole time of lecture I was lost in thinking about my dumb conversation wid senior girl. i was again n again luking towards my hand nd I really don’t knw why ? (hahahaha)
Honestly saying on that day perhaps i was happy because I was ragged by a senior GIRL (hahaha) nd perhaps I wanted to be ragged again (hahahaha)

How stupid and innocent a vidhya madnir student can be……

6 years hv been past to dis to this nd time has been changed now for me but whenever I think about that day I can’t stop me smiling from heart,

It was really a lucky day for a vidhya mandir chhatr.

Bharat mata Ki Jai

Why the hell we grown up

Hi guys…… this is My first blog, (yeah this is a perfect starting line of my first blog :)

I don’t know why this stupid idea came to my mind that I should also start blogging , I have never done this earlier and this time my over matured mind also thinking that who the hell in this world is interested in reading my stories while u can buy Munshi Premchand stories book in 30 Rs / Kg from Dariyaganj.

But as I m also a Human Being and like others I also think that I m unique in myself :) and I should explore my dusted qualities so without caring that who is gonna read this and how it will influence others I m also starting my blog and believe me this time while writing this blog I m not treating myself less than Amitabh Bachhan (u know Bachhan sahab also write blogs ... : )

So here it is..
next what……….. my pen has stuck (sorry not pen its keys on keyboard)
ok so lets start wid my childhood u must be thinking is it a kind of biography ….
U keep on thinking I don’t care, But I can’t go ahead without unfolding the golden pages of my childhood …..
Yeah I can say I have lived a perfect childhood and I could not enjoy it better.
I enjoyed my childhood at extreme level I did what I could do and trust me there is not a single thing which I can desire now that this is the thing I should have done in my childhood

I did all ……
Is it getting over? ok let me explain
1) I was very innocent by face, this thing always helped me to get love from my teachers and relatives ….(hehehe)
2) I was Brilliant in studies, don’t try to laugh but its true by the grace of God (not by my hardwork hehehe…. )
3) Naughty at extreme level … even my relatives were sick of me. in summer vacations my maternal children used to hide their toys to protect them from being broken
4) Quarrelling with childhood friends almost daily
5) Was beaten by Mom average 15 times per week (please don’t ask about the tools which my mom used on me)
6) fell in love wid a girl when I was in my 1^st standard (please don’t expect me to tell her name I don’t remember that yet :(
and along wid above all there are endless moments which were delighted at fullest and all cant be explained here but if u r interested to hear those meet u at coffee (only for girls J)

So whats changed now ……… where this blog is going
Yeah changes is here, by the time I got matured and believe me I really hate these words, why the hell we grown up.

How good it would be if we always live as a child…. How the good it would be we have a desire in heart and without thinking consequences we start to meet that…
Why not now I want to go to marriages only for enjoying sweets.
Why my relatives treat me as wise and intelligent
Why my mom don’t slap me on small mistakes

Sounds childish…………….. ok go ahead
Why if we don’t take liquor in parties we are called child.
Why Rain is not so delightful as it used to be
Why we don’t wait for evening to go out to play
Why friendship happen for a cause.
Why now the relations are made for self-interest.
Why we fear to be consider as a coward if we weep on getting hurt.
The answers of all above is :-- Now we have grown up, We have got matured.

but if growing up means to distract all those things which used to delight us or which were real delights then I just want kick this maturity into hell….
And want to shout “Why the hell we grown up”

Deciding to be a child by heart is the only thing which can make this world a beautiful place to live for u, for me and for our next generations......

( Generations hehehe..... dis time i sounds like Obama :)